Clandestine | 18+

28~Dark Red Crystal

My All- Mariah Carey
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"Unless you try to love, how will you find it by acting like you hate?"
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My feet were killing me. Walking New York street in Louboutin heels was not for the weak.

My phone rang.

I groaned out loud, my head tilting back as my Victoria Secret bag almost cut through my flesh. The sun was burning my skin, my blood pulsing through my veins.

I answered the call.

"Yes Bernardo?" I sweetly answered.

No longer than two hours ago, I accepted a model position for a modeling company.

I was offered to be the front page of Vogue.

Now, I could easily decline, but why would I? It only would add to my image, painting me as an iconic nepo baby with a pretty face.

Oh scratch that, I accepted because the man I would be modeling with is suspected to work with the traffickers.

"Where are you?" He quietly said into the phone, but I knew he wasn't screaming only because of who I was.

"Oh, in less than five minutes I'll be there." I said with my high pitched voice and closed the call.

"Fucking hell, why didn't I just get the car." I muttered under my breath.

My burner rang now, and I was almost sure it was Polina.

"Yes?"

"Boss, I think the Italians are suspecting we are the ones who stole their cocaine shipments."

The streets were loud, cars honking, personal assistants running left and right and I thought I was hearing things.

One of them bumped a bag into my face.

"What?" I almost screamed into the phone due to the chaos of the streets.

Turning my head to look for any cars, I tried to cross the road.

"Well-" Polina started to talk but me cursing stopped her in half.

A car started honking at me, my Louboutin heels digging knifes inside my feet.

"I'm going to start killing people in the middle of the road now." I  muttered and Polina sighted.

"The Italians suspect that we stole their cocaine shipment."

"It's no problem. They need us." I told her as I stopped in front of the building where I was supposed to model.

"Are you sure, Clandestine?" Polina questioned me.

"Don't worry, even if they wanted to do something to us they have no idea where we are placed, who works for me or who I am." I reassured her.

"You are right boss, I'm sorry."

"Polina." I said before she could decline the call.

"Yes, Boss?" She firmly responded.

"We will find your sister. That's why I'm here today. Also thank you for telling me about the suspicions that you had about the man I will model with."

"No problem." She stayed quietly on the line for a few moments. "Well will find yours too. I am training hard to be able to fight against them if the day comes."

I smiled.

"I'm proud of you." I told her as I closed the call.

Staring at the thirty floor building, I sighted as I entered inside. People were running in and out, some were giving orders, some were just sitting and chatting.